i am either sleeping

I’m scrolling through tumblr and my fiancé is sleeping next to me, it’s 3:20AM and suddenly he whispers “there’s… too much meat”

I ask him wtf are you talking about and he just continues mumbling about “too much meat”. I’m like are you even awake??? He just answers yea and smiles. It’s quiet for a while and i already thought he had fallen asleep again or whatever, but then i hear a small laugh and “…not enough salad”

The Signs and When They Sleep

Aries: 2 am. Power workers

Taurus: 2 pm. Finish their work early and NEED the sleep

Gemini: Honestly who even knows

Cancer: 7 pm. In bed whether they’ve finished HW or not

Leo: Midnight. Not even doing HW tbh, probably watching youtube videos and eating

Virgo: “WHAT IS SLEEP. Capricorn pls help”

Libra: 10 pm. Good little angels

Scorpio: 2 am. Diligently working until they’re done with all their AP classes

Sagittarius: 5 am. Party whoop whoop

Capricorn: “VIRGO, I FEEL YOU”

Aquarius: Either always sleeping or not sleeping at all

Pisces: 9 pm. They’re forever sleepy little puppers

Just saw a Facebook post about one of my classmates from almost 10 years ago got engaged to the boy she liked who was also my class fellow back then.
I didn’t even know they stayed in touch. I wanna feel happy for them.
And this is so completely mean and selfish but I feel so fucking bitter.
Everywhere I look people seem to be falling in love and finding love and just having wonderful fulfilling love lives.

And then there’s me. Engaged. To be married by the end of the year. Have never fallen in love and am almost confident I never will either. Nor will i ever be loved.


Tyler Seguin - Requested

Tyler Seguin

When I hear the front door shut, and a couple things knocked over, I know Tyler is home from out with Mike. It’s been a routine lately. Him saying he’ll be home at a decent hour, and then not coming home until 3 and 4 in the morning. The first few times, I would stay awake to make sure he got home alive – not in the ditch somewhere dead. Eventually, after it happened more times than I could count, I’d go to sleep and wake up the next morning to breakfast he made as an “apology”.

Tonight was different though.

I was getting ready for bed, and checked twitter to find that he had posted all these pictures with some girl he must have met at the bar. He didn’t kiss her in any of the pictures but he didn’t look uncomfortable in the pictures either.

So here I am, not able to sleep because I can’t get the pictures out of my head. He’s such an idiot.

When I hear him come up the stairs and into the room, I resist the urge to shut the door.

“Hey,” he says, slurring a little bit.

I watch as he stumbles in to the room and strips down to his boxers before somehow making it to the bed where he flops down, not even bothering to get under the covers.

I don’t bother to answer him because I know that within seconds, he’ll be out like a light.


I’m not surprised to wake up to an empty bed, nor am I surprised to smell bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen. I take my time walking downstairs, and when I come to the kitchen, I stop in the doorway. Ty looks fine, freshly showered, humming along to the radio. He looks up from the eggs he is cooking and smiles.

“Morning, beautiful.”

I don’t reply, and he frowns.

“I’m sorry I was late last night. I-”

“Lost track of time?” I ask, finishing his excuse. The exact same one he uses every single time.


I start walking towards the door, and his voice stops me.

“Wait – where are you going?” He asks,  running over and tugging me back by my hand. When I turn around he’s frowning even more like he doesn’t have a damn clue why I’m angry.

“I can’t do this anymore Tyler. I’m so sick of expecting you home every night and then being left  disappointed all the time.” I say.

“I said I am sorry! I can’t help that I lost track of time.”

“That’s all I hear!” I yell. “I’m sorry or it won’t happen again. Excuses Tyler, all I get are excuses.”

His eyes cloud with fury and he takes a step back. “I’m doing my best okay? What do you want – for me not go out at all? Stay home every night and what – hang out and watch movies?”

My eyes fill with tears and I take a few steps back, putting some distance between us. “Who was the girl?”

Confusion passes over his face. “What?”

“The girl. Who’s the girl in the pictures you put up on twitter?”

His face pales slightly, and he takes his phone out of his pocket. I watch as his brows furrow together before he looks up at me.

“It was just a fan, she asked for a picture and I said yes.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “That’s all huh?”

“Uh – yeah. That’s all.” He says in a snobby tone.

“Well why don’t you give her a call and ask her to come eat the breakfast you cooked.” I say and turn around again to leave.

“Why don’t you believe me?” He asks, obviously getting frustrated..

“Because I can’t!” I yell, turning around to glare at him. “How can I believe you when you’re out all night, and I have no idea what you’re doing.”

“You don’t trust me.” He says, and it’s not a question – it’s a statement.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to.”

We don’t say anything. We both stand there, daggers shooting out of our eyes. I don’t know what  to do anymore. I don’t understand how he can be so careless, and inconsiderate of my feelings.

“I hate you right now.” I say, “but I also love you so I guess that means I’m screwed huh?”

He frowns and looks away. “I’m sorry.”

“You said that already.”

“and I’ll say it a million times if that’s what it takes for you to forgive me.” He says, looking back at me and I see his eyes looking glazed.

“I don’t want apologizes. I want you to stop promising you’ll be home if you can’t.”

He nods, and he slowly walks over so he’s standing in front of me. “I can try harder. I’ll try to be more considerate of your feelings if you’ll give me a second chance.”

“Okay.” I say and a heartwarming smile comes on to Ty’s face. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Oh and Ty?” I say and he makes a hum noise in the back of his throat.

“The bacon is burning.”


oh look it’s tsegs again

i feel like this one is a little better than the last one and obviously a bit longer but omg guys I don’t know what it is lately but I can’t write. Like I know how I want the imagines to go but I just can’t get my thoughts on paper if that makes sense 

writers block people - i get it all the time 

however I am dying with the flu so if I end up staying home from school tomorrow, I will maybe write when I wake up if i am not miserable

thanks for reading! 

- alex

Rapidly swinging between anxiety, an emotion I don’t know the name of, and Nothingness™ which you know would be ok-ish I guess (as the unnamed emotion is.. good or at least I enjoy it, it would be destructive if I had the means to be destructive, it’s a mood i got a lot in my canon and I’m not entirely sure that it’s a named human emotion at all and I don’t have a name for it either, it’s sort of like a combo of anger and joy but it’s not ABOUT anything and it’s also sort of totally different from either of those) when I am not trying to sleep but it makes it awful hard to sleep even compared to my usual difficulty w sleeping :/

I’m rather confused Leftenant. What do they mean I don’t understand what Ichabod Crane is really about? I AM Ichabod Crane! And why is someone impersonating me on this communications platform called the Twitter?

Crane, of all the things I’ve tried to teach you about the modern world, this is probably the most important one. These fangirls are a more sinister force than White Moloch (because FUCK dark Moloch) and THEY. MEAN. BUSINESS. If you don’t do what they say they’ll destroy their personal property and that would lead to absolute chaos. They’re getting closer. Are you ready?

Yes my lov… I mean Abbie. Yes Abbie.


onew’s toast song~ ♪